My Prayer Is That God

I Beseech You, In The Bowels Of Christ, Think It Possible You May Be Mistaken.

He Who Stops Being Better Stops Being Good.

Weeds And Nettles, Briars And Thorns, Have Thriven Under Your Shadow, Dissettlement And Division, Discontentment And Dissatisfaction, Together With Real Dangers To The Whole.

I Desire Not To Keep My Place In This Government An Hour Longer Than I May Preserve England In Its Just Rights, And May Protect The People Of God In Such A Just Liberty Of Their Consciences.

Necessity Hath No Law. Feigned Necessities, Imaginary Necessities, Are The Greatest Cozenage Men Can Put Upon The Providence Of God, And Make Pretences To Break Known Rules By.